In the frame at the foot of the stair, A girl with eyes that linger in air, Forever poised but never to climb, A moment captured, devoid of time. Mirrors reflect her stagnant gaze, A faceless echo in endless haze. Life unmoved, a shadow dance, Where dreams are tethered to circumstance. Each step unreal, each day the same, She whispers softly her wordless name. In that split-second, both hers and mine, I find a truth, a living sign. Yet, beneath the stillness, a silent plea, For motion's grace and destiny. We seek to rise from where we stay, Yet tread in place, day after day.